"Do you want this job or not?" Trembling, she whispers, "Yes." Mr. John returns to his chair, puts his feet up on the desk,and states, "Proceed wit... the interview." I lead her over to his desk and stand close behind her. "The first thing to remember is to address Mr. John as 'SIR'. I told you this job requires a wide variety of duties from you. Many of them cannot be performed without staining your clothing." I reach around and begin to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. She. Dante had, finally, taken himself completely off the playing field. He kept in touch, and as I’d suspected, ‘Miss August’ went the way of the dodo once she was offered a role in a movie. It hadn’t taken Dante long to find a new companion and playmate, though this one wasn’t a Playmate. I was happy he was enjoying himself and staying out of my hair, and also out of Melissa’s, allowing M&M to prosper without interference.And, finally, the hysteria over the Y2K bug, which brought us a ridiculous. I took the elevator down, but still felt out of breath when I reached the sidewalk. The rain was sheeting out of the low clouds, but the cab was there and I dashed through the downpour to the relative safety of the back seat. The traffic was as bad as I’d feared, and I think we nearly got into accidents twice because the cabbie kept looking at me in the rearview mirror. I walked into the apartment feeling a little bit like a drowned cat. ‘Linnea? Is that you?’ Michael called from his office.. “Perhaps I can help with that, ” I heard her say and saw that same saucy, lazy smile that she had worn after our lovemaking last night. Without a word from me she pulled her body between my legs and removing my hand from my cock which seemed as hard as an iron rod she took it in both of her soft hands and began to pump one of those dainty delights up and down the rod of my flesh, her other hand she used to massage and caress the balls in my sack making me easily groan with pleasure.“There isn’t.